Turkey bones and paper

empty bottles fill the bins.

But Christmas isn’t over

’til your shirt is free of pins.

Why not…

mix turkey DNA

with a centipede, say

then we’ll all get a leg

of the bird Christmas day.

She poked a frozen turkey

then turned around and said,

‘don’t they get any bigger?’

‘No, Mam,’ he said. ‘They’re dead.’

We collected our gobbling turkey,

and settled it down for the night.

The next day we had it for dinner-

it sat next to me on the right.